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    Desperate Estate Agents - Sabeha

    I wish I was! It would have been great to hear her frantically knocking on the bathroom door and pleading for me to hurry up. I would love to read that!
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    Meeting girls online?

    I miss Experience Project, I met a few girls on there from the UK and the US who were into desperation/wetting and had quite a few video chats with them on MSN (which sort of shows how long ago this was, given than MSN is no longer running). Even met up in real life with a girl I met through EP. I would say something like 'Loved your story about xxx' and wait for a response. Asking about real life stuff, giving your age/status etc. feels too strong for an opening message (IMO) and might turn people away. Helps if you have posted your own stories/content as well so people know a bit about you and what kind of stuff you are into.
  3. This is the first in a series of several true desperation sightings, where I’ve been lucky enough to see estate agents dying to go for a wee with no chance to go. This first sighting happened a few years ago. After graduating University I spent a couple of months lodging in a very expensive house (bungalow) in a nice village just outside of London. The landlady (who also lived there) was trying to sell the property and told me one Saturday that estate agents would be coming at 1pm to have a look round the house, take notes for the property listing and value it for sale. Just before they were due to arrive, she received a call from them and was told that they were extremely busy that morning and were running late, and that they would be coming as soon as they could. They phoned her again about half an hour later to apologise and say they would be there for 2pm. The two agents didn’t actually arrive until almost 2.30pm and they apologised for running late. The more senior one, a man in his 40s wearing a smart suit and tie, explained that they had been doing back to back appointments since 9am and hadn’t even had chance to stop for a break. There was a younger woman with him who introduced herself as Sabeha, an attractive, tanned brunette lady in her 30s, dressed in a smart suit jacket, tightly fitting shirt, a pencil skirt that was just about long enough to be professional while short enough to show off her well-toned legs, nude tights and expensive-looking high heels. The landlady offered them a cup of tea or coffee and they politely declined, saying that they’d already had several cups of coffee during their morning appointments. When I heard this, I wondered if either of them might be getting desperate for a loo break by now. While the guy (her boss) was a little fidgety but mostly composed, Sabeha looked absolutely bursting to go to for a wee. She was pink cheeked, flustered and uncomfortable, constantly pacing or shifting from foot to foot as they walked from room to room, crossing and uncrossing her legs whenever she had to stand in one place, smoothing down her skirt over her thighs or fiddling with her waistband. The house had quite a large bathroom which had recently been renovated, and they spent some time in there while the landlady explained about all of the features she’d had installed. I could hear the tapping of Sabeha’s heels on the tiled bathroom floor as she stepped from foot to foot, and as the landlady told them about the rainfall shower head she crossed her legs very tightly, squeezing her thighs together. It must have been so hard for her to stand there with an achingly full bladder, only steps away from the toilet while listening to the landlady talking about gushing water and flowing showers. After they left the bathroom she hesitated, glancing towards the toilet, but then followed. I thought she might have asked at that point if it was OK for her to quickly use the loo, but she obviously didn’t want to appear unprofessional in front of her boss or maybe it was company policy not to ask clients for use of their toilet! They went into the kitchen, where she stood in once place with her legs tightly crossed, making notes with a look of concentration on her face, before walking through into the large living room. She paced around slowly, her heels tapping on the hard wood floors, occasionally stopping with her legs crossed to write something down before continuing her pacing. She stopped in front of the patio doors leading towards the large garden, looking out while the landlady told them about the garden design work she’d paid for. I was in the kitchen making myself a cup of tea, but I could see into the living room through the large open serving hatch. Now that the bursting estate agent had stopped pacing around she was really struggling to stand still and not let on how desperate she was to nip to the loo. She stood with her legs pressed tightly together for a moment, bobbing on the spot slightly before shifting her weight from foot to foot again. While I waited for the kettle to boil I decided to get a drink of water. I took a large glass from the cupboard and filled it up at the kitchen sink, turning the tap on only a small amount so the water trickled slowly and teasingly into the glass. The sound of the tinkling and trickling water must have been teasing her and making her need a wee even more, as she sighed and quickly crossed her legs very tightly, glancing towards me and biting her lip. The landlady opened the patio doors and went out into the garden. Just before the agents followed her through the doors, Sabeha uncrossed her legs before taking a step closer towards her boss, quickly crossing them again. She said something quietly to him, a look of concern on her face, a delicate blush painting her cheeks. Her boss glanced around towards the bathroom, replied quietly to her and shrugged, then gestured outside towards the landlady. I guessed that she'd asked him if it was OK for her to use the toilet and he told her to ask the owner first. They were out in the garden for a quite a while, and I caught sight of her standing on the patio with her legs crossed before I returned to my bedroom with my cup of tea. After a few minutes, I heard the patio door opening and the sound of high heeled shoes clicking frantically across the wooden flooring. Sabeha had clearly not been able to wait any longer and had finally asked permission to use the loo. She hurried towards the bathroom, taking quick short steps, trying to press her thighs together as she walked, before rushing inside and pushing the door closed behind her. In her hurry, she hadn’t actually closed the door the whole way, leaving it slightly open by accident. The bathroom was just across the hallway from my bedroom, so I could very clearly hear her unzipping her skirt as she hurried towards the loo, her heels clicking sharply on the tiles, followed by a rustling of clothing as she frantically pulled her skirt, tights and knickers down. There was a short pause, then I heard her moan softly as the sound of wee filled the bathroom, hissing noisily against the bowl and splashing into the water below. She was peeing for ages, the poor woman had clearly been right at her limit, absolutely bursting to go for hours and hours while visiting endless clients. No wonder she had been fidgeting and crossing her legs so much, her bladder was probably aching for release and she must have been genuinely about to wet herself by the time she finally overcame her embarrassment and asked to go to the loo. After a minute or so, her stream finally tapered off and she gave a loud sigh of relief, then I heard her mutter softly ‘Oh that’s better’ before wiping and pulling up her tights and knickers. She flushed the toilet and then left without washing her hands! She went back out to the garden and they finished their valuation. After they’d left, I was talking to my landlady and mentioned that I’d seen Sabeha come back into the house on her own. My landlady laughed and told me that Sabeha had asked very politely if she could quickly nip to the loo, explaining apologetically that she would not normally ask while visiting a client, but had not had chance to go all day and couldn’t wait a moment longer. Bonus picture:
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    [Youtube] Water-detox desperation trailer

    Can anyone rip this? Might get taken down from YouTube.
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    Live TV chat show desperation

    If its the same one I'm thinking of, then I don't think she was desperate at all. The lip readings were also way off.
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    Airplane wetting

    You can be removed from the plane and arrested for disobeying the instructions of cabin crew, pushing past them would certainly get you into serious trouble.
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    Airplane wetting

    I've been on several flights that have been delayed on the runway waiting for takeoff and passengers are usually allowed to use the bathrooms unless the plane is actually moving or just about to start taxiing. Sounds like the crew were well out of line here and caused her a lot of discomfort and embarrassment, I hope she gets a nice big settlement.
  8. Interesting article here https://www.yahoo.com/lifestyle/i-think-my-bladder-changed-former-teacher-describes-years-without-bathroom-breaks-132754884.html "I am pretty sure that my bladder has changed because of teaching. Some days I had no bathroom breaks. Honestly, none. It depends on the amount of time you have in between transitions. If you are a teacher that has to teach them multiple classrooms, for example ... But there were definitely days when I would have to send an all-staff email like “I need to step out of my classroom and use the restroom. Can someone please come relieve me?” I mean, a doctor has not diagnosed this yet, but I am pretty sure that my teaching schedule impacted my bladder." I can't imagine how badly I'd have to pee after going a whole day at work without peeing! Teachers must have bladders of steel.
  9. This happened to a girl I was dating while at university. She was in Iran visiting one of her family members and the only toilet in the house was a squat toilet which this girl absolutely refused to use, despite the fact they were at this house for most of the day and were all drinking lots of tea and water in the very hot summer weather. She told me that no matter how desperate she was, she just couldn't use it and had to hold on until they were back to the main house they were staying at, which had a normal Western style flushing toilet. Apparently the traffic in Tehran is terrible and it took over an hour to get home, and she was absolutely bursting to pee the entire time, made worse by the fact that the driver had to keep slamming on the brakes and hitting potholes which jolted her bladder. By the time they finally got home she was almost in tears and was barely holding on, and had actually leaked a few times and as she was wearing really light coloured jeans she was worried that she had a wet patch on her bum. She told me that she was so desperate that she got out of the car before they had even parked up and had literally ran inside straight to the toilet, kicking off her shoes and throwing off her jacket and headscarf as she ran through the house towards the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothing behind her, struggling to tug down her skinny jeans just as she reached the bathroom (she was dressed in a similar style to the women in this picture). I said that I couldn't believed she had made it to the toilet without wetting herself after waiting for so long, and she started to blush and said 'Well...not quite'. She went on to explain that when she finally reached the bathroom she started to lose control and she accidentally started weeing quite a bit into her underwear and jeans before she could pull them down and sit on the toilet, but the relief of finally getting to pee after holding on for most of the day was amazing and that she couldn't believe how long she was peeing for.
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    Texting desperate updates?

    I really like the idea of going to meet somebody and texting them updates about how badly I need to pee, so that when I arrive they know how desperate I am and then deliberately delay me from finding relief. Also, the thought of meeting a female work colleague or client at a train station after a long journey then having to ask them for 20p so I can get into the toilets is really hot, especially if they don't have it and we have to carry on our journey together on a long train ride with no toilets, holding an achingly full bladder when they know how badly I want to pee. A few years ago my gf at the time came by train to visit me and ended up desperate during the last hour or so of her journey, and was sending me updates on WhatsApp about how badly she needed to go. Its not like she knew it turned me on either, I think it was just helping her wait and keeping her occupied as she was trying not to think about how long was left. It was around a 4 hour journey in total involving two separate trains as well as a long journey on the London underground, and she had not peed since leaving her house earlier that morning as she hated using public toilets and would not even consider using the toilets on the trains or at the stations. It started off with her writing at the end of a message 'and now I need a wee, brilliant' so I started teasing her, sending her gifs of waterfalls or writing stupid things like 'drip drop drip drop' and 'cross your legs!', but after a while it was clear that she was really needing to go quite badly and she began to get really annoyed so I became more sympathetic! With about 20 minutes left to go before she arrived at my local station I think she was really struggling and as there were no toilets on this train she was now seriously desperate for a wee. She wrote 'Don't you understand, I need the TOILET' so I suggested she could use the toilets at the train station. She wrote 'I'm not weeing in a public toilet at a train station' and I said that we'd still have to walk back to my place from the station and stop off at a supermarket to get food first. She wrote back 'Right well I'll just have to wet myself then'. I met her at the station and when she finally arrived she was frantic to pee, even doing a cute little pee dance while inserting her ticket to get through the barriers, and we ended up walking straight back to mine instead of going shopping. She ran straight to the bathroom when we got home but then discovered there was no toilet paper left (I lived in a shared house and nobody had bothered to replace it) so had to wait at the bathroom door dancing from foot to foot and bobbing up and down with her hand pressed into the crotch of her skinny jeans while I went and found a new toilet paper roll. When I finally found one she practically grabbed it out of my hand and rushed inside the bathroom for one of the longest wees I've ever heard in my life, followed by a loud sigh of relief!
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    PuddlePixxie awesome vid

    Thanks, great videos, sexy bulge.
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    Has anyone actually met someone else into this?

    My girlfriend is really into Male desperation and enjoys making me desperate and not letting me go to the toilet, and enjoys watching me pee when she finally does let me go. She also likes getting desperate as she enjoys the feeling of a full bladder and she knows it turns me on when she needs to go. I know I’m lucky to find someone into it as it seems to be something that people are afraid to let others know about. I realised she liked it it shortly after we first started dating, we’d been out for food and then to the cinema, then came back to my place afterwards and put on another film. Neither of us had been to the toilet for the entire time we’d been out so by the time we got home I was bursting to go and I knew she must be as well. We both held on throughout the film then went to bed without peeing, and still neither of us mentioned about needing to go although by this time I was absolutely desperate to piss and I could tell she was dying to go as well. Years ago I met up with a girl I’d been speaking to on experience project and then MSN messenger, we had a fun couple of days and I got desperate for her a few times, but after I got home things just seemed to fizzle out and we didn’t meet up again. I got the feeling that she had lied to me about her age and was actually younger, and I was worried that if we met up again then her parents would find out.
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    Long Ladies Room Lines Video

    Unisex bathrooms are becoming a lot more popular here (UK), for example there’s a cinema near me that has a unisex toilet area with both urinals and cubicles. I think it used to be a men’s toilet and they’ve changed the sign in the door to allow both men and women to use them. To get to the cubicles you’d have to walk right past the urinals and I can imagine some women would feel uncomfortable having to walk so close to men with their dicks out peeing. There’s also a theatre in the city centre that has two sets of unisex toilets, one has cubicles only and the other is mixed urinals and cubicles. I think most women avoid using the one with urinals as there’s only a couple of cubicles and they don’t want to have to queue up in front of the urinals where the men are weeing. My university also had a few buildings that only had unisex toilets (cubicles only without any urinals) and I think some of the girls refused to use them as they didn’t like the idea of peeing next to a man. I remember hearing an American girl sat behind me in a lecture telling her friend that she had to pee really badly but would rather wait until she got home as she thought the unisex toilets were disgusting. She actually ended up leaving the lecture early because she needed to pee so bad!
  14. I do sometimes have those 'looking for a toilet' dreams, occasionally they can be very long and detailed. It seems like the more full my bladder is in the real world, the better those dreams are. I actually wrote up an account of a really detailed omo dream I had below: Sometimes in these dreams I will eventually find a toilet but when I finally do pee, it seems to go on for ages without stopping and I don't feel any relief. Sometimes there are other people in the dream watching me go and commenting on how long I'm peeing for. Usually I realise I'm dreaming around this point and wake up with a very full bladder and have to run straight to the toilet!
  15. I remember this happening to a friend of mine at uni during a night out. We had all been drinking and she did not want to 'break the seal' so had been holding on for hours during pre-drinks at my flat and then later at the bar. On the walk to the club she suddenly realised that she couldn't hold it anymore and was about to wet herself. Full story is pasted from the university desperation sightings thread: On a night out with friends, we were heading to a club after leaving a bar, all of us pretty drunk. It was only a short walk and on the way there one of my friends (a cute, curvy Irish girl) kept saying things like ‘Oh god I really need a wee’, ‘I need a wee so bad’, ‘I think my bladder’s gonna burst’, I’m gonna wet myself’. She was obviously really desperate, we’d been pre-drinking at my place before the bar, and she didn’t use the toilet while we were there, nor had I seen her use the toilet at the bar. I’d pissed twice in that time and she hadn’t gone once, and we’d all been drinking loads. We passed an alley and she said ‘I really just want to go down there and pee’ but we kept walking. There was a short queue to get into the club and she was stood in front of me, legs crossed, resting a hand on her bladder with a tense expression on her face, not saying anything and clearly concentrating fully on holding onto her pee for just a few more minutes. Finally she got inside, bouncing up and down on the spot with her thighs pushed together as she paid her entry fee, before practically running to the toilets, not waiting for anyone else. She appeared a bit later with a relieved smile on her face. I asked her if she felt better and she laughed and said yes, then told me that she had never been so close to wetting herself! I also remember something similar happening to an ex-girlfriend while we were out in the city centre. We had been to a cafe for ages and ended up drinking an entire pot of tea each, and she didn't go to the toilet for the entire time we were at the cafe. Just before we left, she told me that she really needed a wee and would be back in a minute, then a few seconds later she came back and said that there was only one toilet and there was a long queue. I said I didn't mind waiting for her but she said that she'd be fine to wait until we got home. There was a nice quiet park close to the cafe so she suggested that we go there for a while. We walked around the park for a bit before finding a bench and sitting down, just chatting and people watching. She was sitting with her legs crossed and was quite fidgety, constantly bouncing her leg and moving her feet around. After maybe 10-15 minutes during which time her fidgeting and leg bouncing got more pronounced, she suddenly became very serious, looking very worried and said to me that she was absolutely bursting for a wee and asked me 'can we please go and find the closest toilets, I need to go right now'. After a few seconds of debating where the closest ones would be, we decided to go to a nearby shopping centre which was about 5 minutes walk away. She was almost speed walking and any time we had to stop to cross a road she would dance from foot to foot and bob up and down. When we got to the shopping centre she asked me to hold her bag, practically throwing it into my hands before rushing to the toilets, almost at a run. She came back after a minute or so looking very upset saying that there was a queue and that she couldn't wait that long. I remember her saying that she was about to 'explode' and she went off in front of me almost at a jog, hurrying towards the foot court where there were some more toilets. It was another couple of minutes of walking and by the time we got to the food court she literally ran ahead of me into the toilets, coming out a couple of minutes later looking very embarrassed but also relieved. She apologised for running off but said that she seriously couldn't wait another minute and was genuinely worried that she was going to wet herself right there in the middle of the food court. She usually hated public toilets and would only ever use them if it was a last resort, so she must have been extremely desperate.